𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱; 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘺𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯.

𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘐𝘐, 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘐𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵; 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘮.

I turned back around, and he continued to speak. 

"My soul is calling out my name. The sound of lovers calling each others names through the night is silver-sweet. It's the sweetest sound a lover ever hears." Corbyn smirked. 

"Three words, dear Corbyn, and then it's good night for real. If your intentions as a lover are truly honorable and you want to marry me, send me word tomorrow. I'll send a messenger to you, and you can pass on a message telling me where and when we'll be married." I said, quickly.

"Madam!" Nurse called again.

"I'll be right there!" I said, "But if you don't have honourable intentions, I beg you-" I turned to Corbyn and I ushered him away. 

"Madam!"

"Alright, I'm coming!-I beg you to stop trying for me and leave me to my sadness. Tomorrow I'll send the messenger." I nodded, "A thousand times good night." Then, I left.

"Leaving you is a thousand times worse than being near you. A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school." I heard Corbyn say. 

"Corbyn!" I called, when I came back, hoping he would still be there. 

"My baby hawk?" Corbyn answered.

"What time tomorrow should I send a messenger to you?" I asked.

"By nine o'clock." He nodded.

"I won't fail. From now until then seems like twenty years. I have forgotten why I called you back." I sighed.

"Let me stand here until you remember your reason." Corbyn smiled. 

"I'll forget it, and you'll have to stand there forever. I'll only remember how much I love your company." I smiled back.

"I'll keep standing here, even if you keep forgetting. I'll forget that I have any home besides this spot right here." Corbyn nodded.

"It's almost morning. I want to make you go, but I'd only let you go as far as a spoiled child lets his pet bird go. He lets the bird hop a little from his hand and then yanks him back by a string." I sighed again. 

"I wish I was your bird." He grinned.

"My sweet, so do I. But I would kill you by petting you too much. Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow that I'll say good night until tonight becomes tomorrow." I told him, and then I left again. 

"I hope you sleep peacefully. I wish I were Sleep and Peace, so I could spend the night with you. Now I'll go see my priest, to ask for his help and tell him about my good luck." Corbyn called. 

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𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦.
𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.